Commission for  Eight88

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Eight had been an enigma to many of the party for much of the journey. Not because he was a gunman, a rare sight in the land for the weaponry's complex workings. Not because his motives for most of the dungeon delve had been unknown, being quiet and silently slaying small foes with well aimed shots while carefully avoiding the larger threats with those who were still left. No, he was an enigma because he was a human.

"A Human? In this part of the land? I don't know who he is but just the smell of human revolts the senses." Some spoke suspiciously, derisively, or fearfully of humans, and Eight was no different in receiving such suspicions. His Kin are unwelcome in some parts of the world, and it was only by the virtue of his extreme skill in the taboo art of the firearm and he cautious attitude that Eight was ever reluctantly welcome anywhere. Thus it was he found himself allying with the party delving the depths of the Rubbermancers Tomb, and thus it was he found himself surviving so long.

"A Firearm? I already have firearms, and they serve me well. I don't need more." Eight said, cleaning his long arm's barrel while the party rested.

"This one is no ordinary weapon though." Said his party mate. "It carries within it's stock and barrel the power of mighty steeds. I found this weapon when Teryxc split from us, but it's too technical for any of the rest of us to wield. I would..." The party member shifted his red gaze suspiciously. "I would give it to you, but not here. I think we have a spy in the party." They shifted their eyes around again, speaking quieter. "Someone who's been corrupted by Rubbermancy, and has been actively helping the dungeon and it's inhabitants pick us off one by one. I want you to have the weapon so that when this traitor is found, you can subdue them the fastest and safest way. I'll step away, and some minutes later you do so as well. Meet me in the the antechamber we passed not two hours ago, and I'll give it to you. Just promise when the traitor is found, you'll end them."

"I---" Eight paused, heartened by the trust his partymate gave him. "I will."

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"Is that the gun?"

"It is. What do you think? Amazing isn't it? You can practically feel the horsepower inside of it."

Eight cupped the handgun gently, and with it's odd design and runic carving he could feel something beneath it's metallic glossy surface. "Wait...glossy?" Eight tipped the barrel down, and seeping from the firearm came a trickle of black rubbery liquid. "It's cursed!" Instantly he threw it high to the air, only for the weapon to come alive and wrap around his hand with living rubber tendrils. "Hey! What? H-help me!" Eight only watched as his companion in arms began to chuckle and dawned a deep shadowing hat. "I don't understand... wait. You, You're the traitor!" The rubbery tendrils transformed and coated everything they touched, and in short time the leather and linen armor and gear of the gunslinger was either tearing to shreds or being transformed into something kinkier with a more erotic purpose. "What is it doing?!"

"What do you think?" His party mate said stepping back into the shadows. "Giving you all the horsepower you'll ever need."Eight shouted and howled as the living rubber cut down through his shirt and cupped him tight in a squeeze, and then made even quicker work to converting his leg into a solid glossy latex hoof. The whole process was less than a minute in, and already the cursed weapon had made work over more than half his body.

"Once you've gone through the transformation," The shadowed whisper seemed farther away as his once-ally walked backward into the shadows. "It will take all the willpower of a mountain to resist the temptation and seduction of your new rubberized body to use that weapon to make rubbery pawns and toys of your former allies. I look forward to seeing how you turn out. See you later Eight."

"H-hey! Get back here! I'm not thr-oooomoppph!" The living rubber plunged into his mouth, "Hmmmmph pppphhhmmmph ooo-ough with you! I said get-" Eight paused, his voice deeper, huskier, rubberized. As the full transformation took over and coated over his eyes, he transfixed his mind on surviving... and revenge.